In the meantime, I can't say anything, but I can only keep tears in my heart, smile, wave, and say goodbye to you, looking at your familiar background, my dear primary school.The sixth primary school of wula, the wave of emotion in my heart, how can I leave, a kind teacher? How to leave the cradle of childhood.In the sixth primary school, the last one classes, we all gathered on the wide playground, you look at me, I look at you, as if there are yuan, the old time, and we whisper. Sometimes the old wood, at this moment, at this time, my glasses are fuzzy, as if back to the happy 61 children's day.The sun was so bright that day, and the air was so fresh, I was dressed in the festival, and I was glad to say that I had a celebration in this big playground. In one days, it's just deep into me, and we're passionate, and we're singing.We are the music of the Communist successor, the sound of a long time in the campus, the bright red scarf is like one flame, red one zhangxiaolian, and thank you for my close partner. You watched me grow up every day, from a child with a runny nose, growing up to be a lively and sensible child.Think about it, I walk to the big flower bed, the flowers in the flower pot are so much, red and red, they seem to be laughing at us, and as if to say, goodbye, the little gardener, looking at the flower. I can not help thinking of my voice, I know clearly, in this flower bed, the sick teacher called me out, repeatedly told me that you will be on duty tomorrow!I nodded, my teacher, you'll be relieved to see a doctor, the next day, the teacher came to the school with a heavy pace, and I asked for a question, teacher, didn't you go to see a doctor?I didn't go. What should I do for your class? Listen to the teacher, low and powerful, one, teacher, you are so responsible for the job, the disease is not looking, I can not help it, I can not help it. Can I take a break?Alma mater, if you are the ocean of wisdom, the teacher, is the lighthouse of the sea, with you, our tomorrow will be more clear, our road is more beautiful.Goodbye, goodbye, I cry in my heart, in the future, I will always worry about, let me pick up one, I do not doubt, in China daily blessing, let me sit, one. Attack you open, mind, Song Zhiming, the meaning of man, let me bear the rich fruit, send you, the biggest, sweet one.